“Who was he?” Odin asked. “This god who could erase his tracks.”
“He was Fomorian, but you wouldn't know him,” Elatha said. “He died before we were imprisoned. I've never met another god like him, but once magic pops into existence, it tends to replicate itself; like an idea had by several people at once.”
“This theory would also explain why Brahma hasn't been able to find Katila,” I said to Azrael. “Katila has probably been very careful about not being noticed.”
“So, how do we find an untraceable god?” Azrael asked.
“The same way you found him the last time.” Elatha shrugged. “Make him find you.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Elatha returned to his date—after making me promise to contact him if I needed backup in the future—and then we went home; Fenrir and the Froekn, and the rest of us to Pride Palace. It was a grim procession that marched out of our tracing room. The Intare were anxiously waiting for us; for me. They were thrilled to have me home and even more thrilled to hear about my pregnancy, but when I told them that I'd failed to track Katila, several of my lions headed straight outside to shift and go for a run to release some pent-up aggression. I thought about joining them, but I was too hungry to go out as a lion; I'd end up killing an antelope. That would have been fine—Gods know I've eaten my fair share of raw meat—except that I was in the mood for a nice hot meal followed by an even hotter bath.
My husbands, Re, Toby, and I had dinner together—a bit awkwardly—and then Re and Toby went home. The rest of us trudged upstairs; collecting Lesya along the way. My daughter was so excited to see me that she nearly pushed past her exhaustion, but by the time we reached the top floor, she was passed out in my arms.
Kirill put Lesya to bed while Odin and Azrael went to their own beds, and the Wolf and I went to shower together. Nobody said anything about the fact that this would be the first night that Trevor's new alpha rules would go into effect. We didn't even bring it up to each other. I had a feeling that the Wolf wanted things to feel normal; the new normal. So, we climbed into our enormous bed, had a round of savage sex, and then fell asleep entwined together.
When morning came, the Wolf was still enveloping me with his body. I felt safe, warm, and loved, but most importantly, I was happy to be home and back in my human mind. We were sleeping on our sides—me nestled into the curve of the Wolf's body—with his arms and legs tangled with mine. His face was buried in my hair on our pillow; his breath soft on my skin.
I knew the exact moment when the Wolf woke up. I was only half awake myself—in that hazy state where I'm deciding whether I want to get up and brave the world or try to sink back into my dreams—and I felt the Wolf nestle his face more firmly against my neck; brushing back my hair with his nose so he could press his skin to mine. My neck is one of my favorite erogenous zones, and hot breath on it is enough to make me wake up raring to go. I sighed and rubbed back into him; smiling in satisfaction when I felt his hard flesh against me.
The Wolf growled a little—low in his throat—and the vibration against my neck sent shivers down my body. I angled my head up, and he moved over me to set his mouth on mine. The scent of man and wolf tickled my nose—sending me further into that rapturous place the Wolf had built for us; a place where I was instantly wet with wanting—but there was something else there. Another scent I couldn't pin down. I wasn't quite awake yet so I didn't process it at first. I was too busy enjoying the early morning attention.
The Wolf pulled away and lifted himself above me as he eased me onto my back beneath him. His eyes were glowing honey-gold and after they traveled the length of my body, they fastened on my face. His hand went to my temple and brushed back the sparkling stripe of starlight in my hair. I could see the glimmers reflected in his shining eyes. He smiled possessively. Then I was stroking the curves of his biceps—making my way to his broad back—as he brushed a fingertip over my lip gently.
“I will never tire of kissing you,” the Wolf murmured in his sleep-roughened voice. “Your lips are made for kissing; full and soft. And for biting.”
The Wolf leaned down and nipped at my lower lip, and I laughed softly.
“Tell me a secret,” he whispered in my ear. “Something you've never told anyone.”
I blinked in surprise. Trevor and I knew each other better than any human couple could; we had the Froekn mating bond and the bond of Blood to Heart connecting us. And now, we had the melding we'd shared at the lake. We could sense what each other needed. But I realized that sensing someone's needs was vastly different than knowing their deepest secrets. We had merged further than we'd ever done before, but there were still things that the Wolf didn't know about me. It seemed that he needed to know something that could be his alone.
I didn't have a lot of secrets from my husbands but there was one little thing.
“Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I go to my house in Hawaii, and I sit in the backyard and stare at the stars,” I confessed.
“You do?” The Wolf asked in surprise as he settled onto one elbow. “Why?”
“Because I think they're the most beautiful when seen from there,” I
